Danse Macabre: Three – In This Twilight

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed Three – In This Twilight Gryphon faced the girl, aware of a slight white noise hum at the edge of his hearing and a distant feeling that indicated she was a ghost, not a poltergeist. Again, if he knew how these things were decided, he imagined he’d be a very rich man. Or at least one with fewer puzzles making his brain hurt. “Who are you?” She eyed him quite dubiously. “Rita. Are you dead?” “Only partly. Why are you here?” She looked around, blinking at the surroundings as if she’d never quite seen them before. “I was killed, I guess. I don’t know where I am, though. I wasn’t here when … well, last I remember.” “What do you remember?” “I was punched in the head. Or it felt like...

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Danse Macabre: Two – Waking Up With Wolves

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed Two – Waking Up With Wolves “You don’t believe in this, but you want me to find someone anyways?” O’Leary gave him an uncomfortable glare, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I’m completely fucking desperate, okay? Does that explain things for you?” Gryphon shrugged, sitting back down on the edge of his bed and gesturing for O’Leary to take the chair. He shook his head, turning down the offer to sit. “It helps. So who is it you’re looking for?” He sighed heavily, shoulders sagging. “Approximately ten years ago, a fifteen year old girl, Juliet Saltzman, disappeared while walking home from school. Her backpack was found in a ditch not far from where she was last seen. There was a...

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Danse Macabre: One – Fall To Place

Alone With The Dead Danse Macabre by Andrea Speed One – Fall to Place It was kind of hard to say why, but of all the strange things he had done in his life, this was perhaps the strangest. What? Seriously? Hugh said in his head. Okay, kid, either you haven’t been paying attention, or you’ve lived the most sheltered life in existence, pre-us. I’m votin’ for sheltered, Taneesha said. Me too, Ray agreed. “Would you all stop dog piling on me?” Gryphon snapped, looking out the window at his view. Now there was another concept that would take some getting used to. The whole “ghost hunting” thing with Shane and Clay had been working out surprisingly well. They got some local publicity for the thing they did for the Oregon Historical Society, and...

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